Chapter 3

What the hell had I gotten myself into? I had no idea, but what I did know was the most beautiful woman in the world was sitting naked in front of me, and if I didn't take advantage of this opportunity, I'd kick myself for the rest of my life.

"I'll be right back," I said.

I hated leaving her, but the last thing we needed was a customer wandering in off the street. I'd been listening for the front door the entire time I was working. Yes, normally I would have done that with any customer, but this time I was especially vigilant. This woman, whose name I still did not know, had been sitting topless in my tattoo booth for more than an hour.

I locked the door, turned off the open sign, and hit the lights to make everything dark. To anyone driving by, we'd look closed even though it was only seven o'clock on a Friday night. I didn't care. I'd stay closed the rest of the weekend if I could spend it making love to this woman.

I whipped my shirt over my head as I walked through the door to the room. My goal was to make it clear I was following through on her condition.

She had her legs uncrossed and slightly spread as she watched me. I wondered if she was wet. What I wouldn't do to slide my finger under the elastic band of those white cotton panties and see for myself.

My dick was embarrassingly hard. I saw that as I unfastened my jeans and slid those and my boxers down. Finally, I stood naked in front of her, my clothes in a pile to my right.

"Now what?" she asked. "Do I touch my breasts first?"

She was asking me to walk her through it. I could do that. It was just surprising that a woman would reach her twenties and not know how to pleasure herself.

But maybe it was different for women. As soon as I'd gotten the slightest bit of pleasure from putting my hand on my cock, I had a hard time stopping. Far too many hours of my teenage years had been spent in the bathroom door, locked, fan on, hoping nobody would wonder why I was in there so long.

"First, slide your hand inside your panties," I said.

She stared at me a long moment and I held my breath. What if she backed out completely and here I was, naked, with the stiffest erection of my life?

But she lifted her right hand and did exactly what I suggested, closing her eyes as she slid her fingers beneath the waistband. I breathed a sigh of relief. This was on.

"Now, keep going," I said, wrapping my hand around my cock, as if that could relieve the intense pressure. "Slide a finger inside. You don't have to go too deep. Are you wet?"

She nodded. "Uh-huh."

I moved my hand from my tip to my shaft. I was dying to relieve myself, but it was worth holding out to eventually feel that tight pussy wrapped around my cock.

She let out a sigh, and beneath the thin fabric, I could see her hand working. She was sliding her finger inside herself and out.

"Now, touch your clit," I said, forgetting for a second that she might have no clue what that was. If she'd been sheltered all her life, she probably wouldn't have looked up her own anatomy on the internet, and they certainly wouldn't have taught that sort of thing in her private school.

But she gave a nod, and she adjusted her hand position at the same time her eyes popped open. Her gaze homed in on my hand as I slowly stroked. I made my strokes bolder and she let out an "Oh" before closing her eyes again.

Seeing me jerking off turned her on. I'd do that anytime, anywhere for her, if that was what she wanted. I'd rather feel her mouth and her pussy around me, but I'd have all of those things in time. I just needed to practice patience.

Her fingers started moving faster—so fast it had my heart racing. I could clearly see her movements through the cloth. I even thought about asking her to remove the panties. I'd love to have a look at that sweet pussy.

Instead, I watched quietly as her back arched and she tilted her head upward slightly. I knew it wouldn't be long. She was on the verge of what I assumed would be her first-ever orgasm.

"Oh, fuck," she cried out, followed by a long, "Oh."

I couldn't help but smile, guessing that profanity was one of those rules she'd never broken. Finally, she stilled, then slid her hand out from under the elastic band of her panties. Her eyes opened and her gaze immediately went to my hand, her chest rising and falling as she watched me stroke myself.

"Can I try that?" she asked.

I looked down, as if that was necessary to figure out what she was talking about. My hand stilled and I lifted my head again.

"You can do anything you want."

With a smile, she gestured for me to come to her. I didn't have to be asked twice. I was across the room in just a few steps, standing in front of her on the seat where I'd tattooed her breast just minutes ago.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I had to kiss her, and I had to kiss her now. I leaned over and slid my hand behind her neck, running my thumb along her jaw as I stared down at her. The mischievous gleam disappeared from her eye, replaced by pure lust. She wanted this as much as I did.

I finally pressed my lips to hers, and it felt like coming home. She returned my kiss, her tongue tangling with mine as I struggled to catch my breath.

I could have kissed her for hours, alternating between desperate passion and sweet longing. But suddenly, I felt her hand wrap around my cock, and all thoughts of kissing flew out the window. She slid her fingers over my tip, then plunged all the way to the base, only to pull back out again. It was way too quick and awkward, but it felt so damn good, anyway.

I wanted to touch this woman—every inch of her body. But it would be so much easier with a bed. I quickly calculated the time and trouble it would take to get dressed and hop on my bike, taking her to my cabin. But no, I'd have to make do here.

An orgasm was building. I could feel it. I weighed my options, and suddenly I came up with the perfect way to put an end to this. I slid a hand beneath the band of her panties just as she'd done seconds ago. When my finger parted her folds and I felt how wet she was, I second guessed whether this was a way to stop myself from coming. Just knowing I'd done that to her turned me on more than anything I'd ever experienced.

I was so hard for her I might come before I even entered her. Especially if she kept stroking me. But as I moved my finger over her clit, her hand fell away, and she reclined her head back on the headrest as she'd done when she was touching herself.

When I removed my hand, her expression clearly stated she didn't want me to stop. But I had something better to take its place.

I tugged her panties off and parted her legs, kneeling in front of her. I stared at that beautiful pussy for a long second, then grabbed each thigh, propping her legs on my shoulders.

She gasped as I lowered my head and took my first taste. The first of many. I'd be doing this for the rest of our lives, if I had anything to say about it.

Gasps turned to sighs and moans as my tongue flicked back and forth over her clit, finally settling into a rhythm that seemed to send sparks shooting through her body. Her head was moving from side to side slowly as she gasped and cried out directions like, "Don't stop. Just like that. Faster. Slower."

Over time, I'd learn my woman's body and no direction would be necessary. Although hearing her commands only made me harder for her. It told me she was enjoying every second of this.

She reached up and grabbed the chair over her shoulder, gripping it tight as she let out a loud cry that probably could be heard all the way in the parking lot. Finally, she stopped writhing beneath my mouth. I pulled back and looked at her.

"Stand up," she said. "I want to taste you."

Oh, shit. I was having a hard enough time holding out. Those words threatened to push me over the edge. Letting her do that might very well be the end of me.

But I couldn't say no to an offer like that. Not from this woman. So I did exactly what she said, moving closer and threading my fingers through her hair.

"Tell me what you like," she said, looking up at me.

Then her lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue flicking over my tip. The moan that escaped my lips was all I could manage.

She needed no guidance. She seemed to know exactly what to do as she took as much of me as she could into her mouth, swirling her tongue over my shaft. My cock was already throbbing, and I knew I was dangerously close to coming. I closed my eyes and tried to think of something else—anything. My grocery list, my appointments for tomorrow, the supplies I needed to order…anything to hold out.

Finally, I had to stop her. As good as it felt, I wanted to come inside her. But that thought reminded me of one very important thing.

"Hold on," I said. "Let me grab something."

From a young age, I learned to keep a condom on hand at all times, just in case. It hid deep in one of the pockets of my wallet, forgotten until an occasion called for it. Unfortunately, I only had one on me, so we'd either have to go back to my cabin or I'd have to make a drugstore run before we did this again.

She couldn't seem to look away from the square packet in my right hand as I returned. I ripped it open with my teeth and pulled out the condom, rolling it on. As I tossed the square packet aside, she reached out and wrapped her hand around me, eyes wide as she stared at my length.

"I always wondered what a condom felt like," she said.

"It dulls the sensation," I said. "But that might be a good thing tonight."

Her gaze shot up to my face. "Why is that?"

"Because you've got me so turned on, I'm having a tough time holding out, hon."

I didn't know her name. I wanted to know her name. But this wasn't the time. We'd introduce ourselves afterward. Right now, I was only interested in introducing our bodies.

"I'm going to go slowly," I said, squatting to put myself at her level. I positioned my tip at her entrance. "You let me know when it hurts."

She nodded and reached up, setting a hand on each of my forearms. I moved my right hand to her to her thigh as I entered so slowly, it was almost painful.

My cock had been swelling for the better part of two hours at this point, going all the way back to the second she entered this place. Release was going to feel amazing.

"What if I touched myself?" she asked. "Would that help?"

It wouldn't help me. I was already having a hard enough time holding out. But if it eased her pain, I was all for it.

"Endorphins?" I asked.

"Exactly."

She smiled. It was a naughty little smile. Then she moved her right hand from my forearm to the area between her legs. She settled her head against the headrest and closed her eyes as she began stroking her clit.

I had to close my own eyes as the sight threatened to send me over the edge. But that only helped me focus harder on easing my way into her. She was tight, but I didn't feel the resistance that I expected to feel with a virgin. It seemed like I'd read somewhere that the hymen was often broken early in life, for whatever reason.

That meant I just had to worry about loosening her up a little. Eventually, she'd hopefully conform to my size, but this first time was bound to be painful.

My focus on making sure she was comfortable helped keep my arousal in check and soon, she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me toward her, urging me to go deeper, faster. When I opened my eyes, I saw she didn't seem to be in pain at all. In fact, she was gasping, her eyes closed and her head back, lips slightly parted. It was the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen, and if I could, I'd lean over and kiss her right now.

But there were more important things to do. Like obeying her commands to go deeper, "just like that," and then faster. She squeezed my forearm with her left hand, and that served as a signal to me that she was coming. It was also a signal that I could let loose.

I stared down at that beautiful body, those full, gorgeous tits. I lowered my gaze to where our bodies joined, and that was all it took. I cursed, then let out a grunt as I spilled my seed into the condom, my entire body seeming to tremble with the shockwaves rolling through it. Maybe it was the delay. Maybe it was just that she was so amazing. But it was the most powerful orgasm of my life.

The aftershocks were almost as good as the orgasm itself as I pulled out and discreetly removed the condom, wrapping it up in a wad of tissues and tucking it into the bottom of the trash. When I turned back to her, she was smiling.

"You hungry?" she asked.

The question threw me, it was so far out of left field. But my empty stomach reminded me that I'd worked right through dinner. I'd been so caught up in what was happening with her, I hadn't noticed.

"I'll go grab a to-go order from the bar across the street," I said. "Unless you want to hop on my bike and take a ride."

"Let's do that." She smiled. "In fact, I could go for some tacos right now."

As I got dressed and closed the shop for the night, I couldn't stop the smile that seemed to be permanently fixed on my face. Could this qualify as a date? Because if so, it was the best day of my life.